Shoomsery Publishing, founded in 1986, is a well-known and established publishing house not only in England but worldwide, as it has ties with several other companies, such as the one that would eventually end up publishing the Henry Potter books in Arica, Scholartastic.
As the original holder of the publishing rights for the franchise, all of the contracts and paperwork forrly in Jennifer’s hands ca from them. They had gone through dozens of adjustnts until both parties were content with the agreent, yet as I stood outside of the lackluster and unimpressive building, I knew if I didn’t play my cards right, I would inevitably end up destroying the franchise altogether.
One wrong move or slip up, and Poof, Henry Potter never existed; anyone else would probably be shitting themselves with nervousness right now; I, on the other hand, was different.
Standing on the sidewalk outside the publishing company, with my hands in my kangaroo pocket after being dropped off by the cab, I looked over at Jennifer and saw she seed frightened and worried.
I could tell from her facial expressions and body language that she was extrely confused about why we were there in the first place. Since I hadn’t told her a single thing about the handover, my slave had been completely in the dark and only realized where we were going the mont the two of us got out of the cab.
Shaking my head, I spun my backpack onto my chest, unzipped it, and pulled out a stack of docunts stored in a folder before handing them to Jennifer.
"My Lord?" Taking the folder from , Jennifer asked, utterly confused as to what was going on.
"What’s yours now belongs to , and we are here to finalize that notion. I want you to skim through all this and sign everything in that folder while we wait for our eting to begin. Ask no more questions; do as you are told." Picking my ear with my left pinky finger, I watched as horror and realization dawned on Jennifer while reading the first few pages, and even noticed a few tears dripping down her cheeks.
No matter if this went against her will, I had long since shattered her mind to a point where she could no longer defy . Finding a nearby bench to sit down at, Jennifer, through sobs, signed each of the papers that not only tarnished her legacy but handed over everything to .
There was even a detailed statent detailing her deceit and theft of the series from , her student, and it would be presented to the staff of Shoomsery, along with how the transfer process would go.
Each docunt that Jennifer signed was like a knife plunging into her heart. By the ti she finished off the final one, she had appeared hollow, if only for a second, before the Effects of my Talent once again took hold, returning the woman to the usual self she had been exhibiting post our little night together.
Unfortunately for Jennifer, I couldn’t care less about what she was feeling or going through, having what she thought would be her life’s work ripped away. When she got up and dabbed at her eyes with a tissue, I was quick to swipe the folder filled with docunts from her and begin walking toward the building.
’With that, phase one is complete; the point of having Jennifer do all this was to leave a paper trail, one which, if followed by any outside Returner, would lead to absolutely nowhere, as my real na wasn’t ntioned, only my penna, C.A. Jetlen.’
Stepping into the building with Jennifer hot on my heels, I used my Telepathy to make her take the lead and walk up to the reception counter, where a young lady wearing heavy makeup and platinum blond hair looked up with a smile.
"Ah, you’re Miss Rowing; I recognize you from the last ti you were here. I have it in my notes that you have a eting with your agent, the legal departnt, and a few managers." The instant the woman opened her mouth, a shrill spew of information began dripping out, nearly causing to flinch at how nasally and high-pitched her voice was.
"You are still a few minutes early, so please have a seat in the lobby while I put on so tea for you and…oh, I didn’t notice you brought your son with you." The chatty receptionist babbled on and on for a mont until noticing standing there silently.
’This is Cal, my Student, not my son, and I figured I’d bring him along with since he is an aspiring author.’ Massaging my temple to stop the ringing caused by the woman’s voice, I spoke directly into Jennifer’s mind, giving her a script to follow.
"Oh my, no, no, this is Cal, my Student; however, I don’t fault you for mistaking him to be my son, haha," placing her hand around back my head in an affectionate manner, Jennifer carefully hovered her hand over my body, extrely careful not to touch after what happened earlier this morning.
"Since I had so business to attend to, I figured I’d bring him along with since he is an aspiring author; that way, he could experience the world; although rather young, he’s quite a smart lad." Smiling down at tenderly for a mont, Jennifer removed her hand from behind , and after a bit of small talk, the two of us walked over to the lobby and took a seat.
"Well played, Jennifer," leaning over and whispering loud enough that only my slave would hear, I gave her a rare complint, and frankly, I ant it.
I never expected this dumb slave of mine to be such a decent actor. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise if that little act worked on soone like my brother or even Father, but I could easily see through her words and took note of her explicitly avoiding touching .
"Thank you, My Lord," beaming brightly at my complint, Jennifer was practically vibrating with excitent, making roll my eyes in annoyance.
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